“Having dinner with my ex? That sounds kind of weird,” she thought to herself before responding, her voice playful with a hint of pride. She hinted to her left and smirked. “Sorry, I can't have dinner with you because here's my real man.”Leander's eyes followed her finger to see Rex standing there, his presence charismatic and dominant, adding an extra layer of tension to the moment.Camila sneered, her eyes dripping with disgust and uncertainty. "Uh, can you see that you're not husband or boyfriend material?”Leander met her gaze, unflinching. "Is that really what you think, Camila? Or are you just trying to convince yourself?"Camila's smirk faltered slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. "I don't have to convince myself of anything. I've moved on.""Have you?" Leander's voice was calm but piercing. "If you're so sure about Rex, why does my presence bother you so much?"Rex stepped forward, his demeanor intimidating. "Is there a problem here, Camila?""No problem at all,"
Leander’s face displayed a combination of surprise and amusement as he turned. His eyebrows raised a little, and a gentle laugh slipped out. “Mom?”Sophia exclaimed, a mischievous glint in her eye, her smile teasing yet warm. “I was thinking more along the lines of fiancée, don’t you think?”Lindsey blushed deeply, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress as she glanced at Leander. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Mom, one step at a time,” Thomas laughed heartily, clapping a hand on Leander’s shoulder. The weight of his amusement was palpable. “Well, it sounds like you’ve got some high expectations to meet, young man.”“Just imagine; they’ve been together for so long,” Sophia added with a soft sigh and a firm tone, her eyes gleaming with a mix of affection and expectation.Leander chuckled again, his smile widening as he looked at Lindsey, who offered a shy smile. “Mom, you’re making Lindsey blush.”Lindsey, indeed blushing, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her vo
“Yeah, I know you won’t,” Leander said, giving her a reassuring smile. “Now, let me get you settled in.”They walked to the elevator, which whisked them up to the top floor. The doors opened to reveal the presidential suite, a luxurious expanse of elegance and comfort. The living area was adorned with plush furnishings and floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the city skyline.“This is incredible,” Lindsey murmured, taking it all in.“Only the best for you,” Leander replied with a smile. “Remember, if you need anything at all, just call me, okay?”“Thank you, honey,” Lindsey said, her gratitude evident. “I’ll make sure I’m ready for tomorrow.”With a final, reassuring nod, Leander left the suite, leaving Lindsey to settle in.Outside the hotel, Leander met a billionaire friend, Mr. Whitman, a tall, slender man in a crisp suit who radiated professionalism and authority.They both exchanged greetings and handshakes with cordial smiles. Leander, a bit confused, asked s
“Maybe we should schedule it for another day,” Lindsey snapped, her face flushed with anger. She turned her back to him, crossing her arms tightly.Mr. Whitman grabbed his checkbook and waved it in front of her. “Just thirty million dollars, okay?”She glared at him. “Unlock it. Now.”“Or you won’t like how this ends,” Lindsey shot back.As the door clicked open, she shot him a final, cold glance. “Good night, Mr. Whitman.” She walked out, leaving him behind without a second thought.Lindsey left Mr. Whitman’s suite, her heart racing as she returned to her suite. She felt unsettled after the encounter with Mr. Whitman but recognized the need to prioritize her focus.Trying to calm herself, she decided to call room service for some tea to help her relax.When she dialed the front desk, the receptionist answered, “How can I help you?”“I-I, uh, this is Lindsey Hughes in the presidential suite. Could I please have some tea sent up to my room?”There was a brief pause, then the receptioni
Leander arrived at the hotel with his henchmen the day after the conference had commenced. His face etched with curiosity and concern, he walked boldly into the reception area, his presence commanding attention.Approaching the receptionist, he demanded, “I’m Leander Goldstein. I booked a presidential suite for my guest, Lindsey Hughes, yesterday.”The receptionist raised an eyebrow but nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes, sir. You’re all set.”Leander turned away without another word, his mind racing with thoughts of what Lindsey had promised to reveal. With his henchmen matching his stride, he headed to the elevator, which took him to Lindsey’s floor. Upon reaching her suite, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number.“Hello, dear! I’m at the door,” Leander said as he stood outside.Moments later, the door opened. Seeing Lindsey safe, Leander let out a deep sigh of relief, his pulse racing. They embraced tightly.“Are you okay, Lindsey?” he asked, his concern evident.Lindsey nodded, he
Leander, regaining his composure, went to the hotel manager's office alongside Lindsey. Upon entering the office, Leander shot the manager a deadly gaze, goading him into submission.Leander, trying to identify the figure before him, asked sharply, “Uh, you were the man that came around earlier claiming that we should solve the issue in your office, right?”Taking a deep gasp, the manager glanced at Leander, unable to resist his intense gaze, before beseeching softly, “Yeah, sir. We genuinely apologize for the inconvenience; it won't happen again.”The manager looked helplessly at his assistant, who stepped in, addressing Lindsey directly. “Ms. Hughes, we are truly sorry. We take our guests' safety very seriously. We’ll handle this immediately.”Leander’s eyes narrowed. “Handle what? You should’ve handled it before it even happened. Your failure is unacceptable.”Leander bellowed, grabbing the chair in front of him and sitting down quickly, “Keep your apology to yourself. It’s worthl
With their hands clasped tightly after getting out of a Lamborghini Urus, Leander and Lindsey, along with Elaine, walked straight into a high-end car dealership, the grandeur of the showroom coming into view. The building's glass facade reflected the city's skyline, hinting at the opulence that is inside. The dealership was renowned for its collection of luxury cars, and Leander had arranged a private viewing for the day.Upon setting foot in the dealer shop, a smartly dressed concierge approached them, wearing a friendly smile. "Mr. Goldstein, Ms. Hughes, welcome. We have the Maybach S 600 Pullman ready for you.”Leander offered a polite nod, and the concierge led them into the showroom. The air conditioners kept their skin warmer by generating a refreshing breeze in the midst of the summer heat. Yet, the showroom’s interior exudes elegance and sophistication, featuring pristine white walls and a polished marble floor. At the center was the Mercedes-Maybach S 600 Pullman, showcased
Lindsey nodded, feeling the warmth of his reassurance. "Alright, I'll try not to worry."Leander took a deep breath, his expression turning serious. "But there's more, Lindsey."She looked up, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "More?""I've also arranged for a private security team to be with you at all times," he revealed, his tone unwavering. "Your safety is more important to me. I still can't believe what Mr. Whitman did to you; it's the least expected from a friend.”Lindsey's eyes widened in surprise. "Private security? Leander, that seems a bit much."He gently cupped her face, his eyes earnest. "I can't always be with you, Lindsey. I need to know you're protected. This isn't just about the money or the security—it's about peace of mind. For both of us, okay?.”She placed her hand over his, understanding his deep concern. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me. But you know, I don't want to feel trapped or watched all the time."Leander nodded with a soft sigh, his expressio